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Oh, Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mineHe never drank water, he always drank wineHis bridle was silver, his mane it was goldAnd the worth of his saddle has never been toldOh, the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was thereBut the betting was heavy on the bay and the mareAnd away up yonder, ahead of them allCame a-prancing and a-dancing my noble StewballI bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bayIf I'd have bet on ol' Stewball, I'd be a free man todayOh, the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moansI'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from homeOh, Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mineHe never drank water, he always drank wine From Letras Mania